SilverDawn

The Awakening of a Royal

Chapter 4: Dragons, Dementors, and... ooh, Snape's unconscious!


The usual disclaimers apply... How I wish that Harry Potter and co. belonged to me... They have a world that I would LOVE to live in...

First, I'd like to thank all who had reviewed. No offence to anyone who thinks that I should not have used angel names, but I just love them... Perhaps this is due to the fact that I have played something that got me into contact with them 3 years ago, but... Geez, Lucifer is the BEST!!! The fallen angel of Light, twin of Archangel Michael, who slayed and banished him to hell. For those who have no idea, Mikael is actually a form of the name Michael, and Azrael is the angel of death who comes to lead souls of the deceased into Heaven to meet up with St. Peter at the Pearly Gate (or was it St Paul? Yikes! My mind is getting fuzzy...). He is also the one who was took away the lives of those first-born in the last plague called upon Egypt by Yahweh through Moses (in order to lead His people back to the Promised Land). I intend to add some more angelic names, all of it thanks to Sarah's page at www.sarahsarchangels.com. So hope you guys wouldn't mind. ^_~


 
            At seven in the next morning, Silverdawn was already up, and teleported herself into her family's private suite. Taking her time, she reverted back into true form, and soaked in the large, shallow pool that was considered a bathtub, turning on the taps that held honey, apple, cherry blossom and dewberry foam. She tried to relax her body, inhaling the sweet scent as she bathed. After about half an hour, she got up and changed into the Hogwarts uniform before finally getting out of the room. Two rooms away, she heard sounds, and was glad that her brother was back from Council Meeting. Knowing that he still wanted to rest, she quietly slipped out of the fourth level and went to the seventh floor.

            There, she turned and twisted in the many hallways until she reached a large room that occupied at least a third of the level. In the center was a large transparent crystal that was circular in shape and it reached the ceiling. It was decorated with various flawless jewels and precious metal, and looked very grand. Other that the main crystal, the room was furnished with many soft, comfortable looking couches, murals, family portraits and a grand concert piano. Several string instruments were hung on the wall, and a harp made of crystal stood by one corner, like a statue…

            Silverdawn closed her eyes, concentrated, and the sigil that made her heir of the Angelic System appeared. Simultaneously, the crystal became clouded, and a woman with knee-length pure silver hair appeared within. She was playing with a young child that also had silver hair. However, it was tied into two ponytails, and the child was making a crown of wildflowers in her mother's lap. The girl handed finished crown to her mother, and the lady smiled, pale violet eyes twinkling in the bright sunrays.

            "Thank you, Silver." The lady smiled, and the child grinned.

            The scene stopped there suddenly, and Silverdawn reached out to touch the image of lady in the crystal. A surge of emotion entered her heart as she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Silently, she let it fall; choking back the sobs that threatened to come out.

            "Mommy…" she whispered, and continued standing in the same position for several minutes, until a person apparated into the room, his eyes filled with pain as hugged the girl tightly.

            "Silver." He said quietly into her hair as she shed the last of her tears. Her violet eyes stared at an almost identical pair of her elder brother, and finally choked out,

"I'm sorry to wet your robe, Luce."

            "No harm done. Honey, you have to stop this whole guilt thing." Lucifer replied seriously, knowing that she was still despondent over their mother's death. She weakly nodded, avoiding his eyes, and Lucifer sighed.

            "Never mind," Lucifer said, "let's get you to breakfast. Azrael will be introducing Salazar and me to Uncle Dumbledore… Man! Formalities sucks so much!" the tone ended almost whiningly, and this made Silverdawn smile, though not as strong as usual. She changed to her usual form, and was escorted to the entrance of the dining hall, under the stares and envious glances of many students. Knowing the spectacle they were causing, she took her hand away from Lucifer's elbow, and said formally, "Thank you, Professor Kadamon, for everything."

            Lucifer looked at her for a few seconds, as if contemplating something, before smiling a darkly attractive smile, one that made Silverdawn apprehensive immediately.

            "Honey, it's my pleasure. Should you need any help from me, feel free to ask." He said in his usual baritone. Then, without warning, he swooped down and locked his sister in a deep, tantalizing kiss, causing all the UWIM students to hoot and cheer. The Hogwarts students were also clapping loudly and Azrael, who was introducing Professor Salazar Snape to the staff, chuckled softly, whilst Salazar openly laughed at Lucifer's prank. The other staff, however, looked pretty shocked, and Azrael tried to explain, "Professors, that is Professor Kadamon's way of using Silverdawn as a defense to keep all female admirers. Please do understand."

            The kiss ended soon enough, and Lucifer escorted Silverdawn back to the Slytherin table before heading to the high table. Lawrence winked at Silverdawn, who was more than a little irritated, and the other UWIM students just laughed.

            "He knows just the way to get me into hot soup!" Silverdawn grumbled softly in Armenian, and Draco, who was sitting beside her, smirked, asking in Basque, "and why is that?"

            "Look at the murderous stares I keep getting from the entire female population!" she replied in Croatian, and the UWIM students practically choked on their food. Lawrence, who was sitting opposite of her, said in Turkish, "Get over it, Empress. The gossip will fade away soon. In the mean time, should anything happen, we'll protect you from it. Right, Magician?"

            "Oui." Draco replied, grinning. The silver-haired girl at her meal absent-mindedly, her thoughts in the matters of Assiah, before Headmaster Dumbledore stood up, along with two professors that the majority of the students were unfamiliar to. One had long silver hair tied at the nape of his neck, looking pretty formidable in a long black robe, and another whose chin-length straight black hair was a little mussed up and dressed in a dark blue robe. Clearing his throat for attention, Professor Dumbledore started, "Students, this year, it's to my delight that Professor Lucifer Kadamon of United World Institute of Magic has agreed to teach Dueling to fifth years and above. Also, Professor Salazar Snape has agreed to take on the empty post of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for this year."

            At that, applause from all UWIM students went throughout the whole hall, especially from the Slytherin and Ravenclaw table. However, at the Gryffindor table, groans were pretty evident from the Hogwarts students, especially from Ron, Hermione and most of all, Harry.

            "Oh god! Not another Snape!" he moaned, putting one hand onto his eyes.

            "What's wrong with Professor Salazar?" Hideaki, currently in 7th year, asked curiously. All the other UWIM students looked on curiously, and Ron cut in with a look of dread on his face, "you don't want to know…" Hermione, who was sitting between Harry and Azrael agreed silently, mumbling something very bad about Snape so softly that no one but Azrael and Harry heard… and when Azrael heard that, he said in a highly amused tone, "You might be surprised, deary." With that, he gently mussed up Hermione's, much to the surprise of many UWIM students - for although Azrael is considered a gentleman to all females, he was seldom close to them, much less being so comfortable with them, for fear that he was attract more unnecessary attention. The only females that were considered close to him were those in the Court of Twelve, especially Silverdawn and Nikolai.

            "Hey!" Hermione ducked from his hand, and made a face at him before combing her hair back with her hands. This action made Harry and Ron laugh, for no one else dared to do such stuff to her without getting into trouble. Amber and Tristan broke into guffaws too, and Hideaki teased in Gaelic, "Emperor, don't tell me that you have a crush on her!"

            Azrael nearly snorted his mocha-latte into his nose, and Hermione blushed beet red at this comment. The silver-haired boy's blue eyes turned very dark blue, as he warned Hideaki in Kirghiz, "Chariot, I swear by my honor that I will never have any lustful thoughts on her. Heck, my father will kill me! What's more, she understands what you say!" Hideaki looked shocked, but Hermione's hazel eyes clearly showed that she understood the conversation.

            "Sorry." He said sheepishly, and Hermione accepted it. However, she issued a warning to him as well, "Aki, should you try to matchmaker me to any of the students, you'll get it from me. Understood?" Hideaki looked mildly amused, and one of the UWIM students, Celestine, said, "Hermione, don't try to taunt a person from the Court of Twelve. The end results might be against your odds."

            "What's the Court of Twelve?" Harry, Ron and Hermione asked inquisitively.

            "Oh, they are resident pranksters of UWIM. An entire group of elite but very mischievous students who can make all the professors wanna wring their heads in exasperation. They can be very nasty to people they don't like, taking on names from the Major Arcana of the Tarot, and are of an even higher level of pranking than Ron's brothers." Another UWIM student, Kyle, enlightened.

            "Wow… are any of them here?" Ron asked, eyes lighting up in mischief. Amber grinned at him, and replied, "there are about… hmmm… nine of them here."

            "Nine? I thought eight?" Celestine asked, but the brunette did not divulge any more details. Hermione, however, was thinking about their using of Tarot Card names as aliases, and zonked out for a little while. Harry noticed it, and was shocked to see that his friend's eyes were turning blue…

            "'Mione, your eyes!" Harry gasped, and Hermione snapped out of her trance-like state. Her eyes remained blue for quite a while, and Ron saw it too. He whistled, and complimented, "Nice eyes! But this color is more suitable for black hair." Hermione looked at them in chagrin, but Azrael intervened, "Aww, c'mon. Don't tease her like that."

            "Ooh, Azrael is getting protective…" Amber joked, but trailed off when Azrael placed an arm intimately around Hermione's shoulder.

            "Why can't I?" he inquired to everyone, but whispered softly in Hermione's ears, "No offence, but I love to see the looks on the United students."

            "None taken, Azrael."

            "Good."

            Slowly, Hermione's eyes darkened into her usual golden-brown eyes. Only then did Azrael take off his hands and resumed his meal. The whole table had finally quieten down to eat their meal when the brunette thought over something, and asked, "The nine of them who are here… They are the Empress, Emperor, Magician, Judgement, High Priestess, Temperance, Strength, Justice and the Chariot. Right?"

            Tristan, Hideaki, Amber and Azrael all choked on their food, and hurriedly took gulps of pumpkin juice before Amber asked, "How in heavens did you know?" Everyone looked at Hermione in a peculiar manner, and she said nervously, "I've got no idea… it just popped into my head." Azrael looked at Hermione in an odd manner, but did not look very surprised, "Looks like we've got yet another true seer."

            "But I don't even like divination!" She protested and Tristan countered, "You don't need to like divination to be a seer." At that, Hermione spoke nothing, and Azrael continued, "Silverdawn would be pleased to know that there is finally someone who is like her."

            "Huh?" Harry asked, emerald-green eyes showing clearly that he was pretty baffled.

            "You see, Silver is an acknowledged seer, and the prophetic dreams she has always come true…" Azrael said grimly, "This ability, although much respected as it is, can be quite a curse. You know the future and still, you cannot tell anyone or change it. It's very much like a person going back into the past and knowing what is going to happen, but can't do anything about it. As a result, most seers usually don't live to the age of thirty, as they can't withstand the pressure. Worst of all is the fact that she is a black-robed seer…" his eyes reflected much pain as he spoke this, and Hermione squeezed his hand under the table. The boy nodded to him gratefully, and she smiled.

"What's a black-robed seer?" Ron asked, and Harry found himself just as interested.

            "Black-robed seers are the highest ranking of the seers. They are both respected and feared by many as they can level the entire world just by their psychic abilities etc etc."

            "Cool!" Lavender (who had been eavesdropping) said, and Harry asked again, "How many black-robed seers are there?"

            "In this century, there were only three …" he said softly, and Hideaki understood why he did not want to continue. Nonetheless, the Hogwarts students' were looking at him intently, forcing him to go one, "Two of them had passed away… one of them died 16 years ago, and another died 12 years ago. They were my aunt and mother…"

            "Oh." Harry said, feeling very stupid to have asked this question, "I'm sorry…"

            "Don't be. I've learnt to live with it very long ago." Azrael muttered and sighed softly, "besides, my father is a very nice man to his children."

            "Yeah, his majesty really loves them very much." Amber piped in, and the concerned look in her eyes made Azrael feel even worse… he suddenly felt alone and vulnerable all at once. Hermione saw this, and hugged him tightly, leaving the prince pretty embarrassed.

            "Thanks." He mumbled softly, and looked at the Slytherin table, where Silverdawn was talking quietly to Lawrence, before feeling a pair of eyes looking at him from the high table. Lucifer had saw his aura turning a little paler than his usual royal purple (due to his element of time), and was a little worried about his younger brother. He excused himself from the high table, and walked to the Gryffindor table. All the students eyed his movement, and when he reached there, he asked Azrael in a formal manner, "Mr. Kadamon, can I talk to you in private?"

            "Of course sir." He replied politely and followed his out of the dining hall before both of them apparated into their suite.

            Silverdawn noticed that her twin was brought out of the hall, and mindspoke to Azrael,

            ::Riley, you all right?::

            ::Yeah. Just felt a little upset over mom…::

            At that, he felt his twin stiffen slightly, and the voice continued, ::It's my fault. If it wasn't for me, mommy would not have died…::

            ::You shouldn't wallow in self-guilt, Silver.:: Azrael chided.

            ::You're not the first to say that.:: Silverdawn replied dryly.

            ::I'll see you later. Looks like it's my turn to have a 'heart-to-heart talk' with Luce. He is a little too protective of us at times.::

            ::You can say that again.:: Silverdawn said without humor, and linked out. Lawrence saw that she had finally snapped out of his trance, and said wryly, "Looks like princess has finally come back." Sheepishly, Silverdawn asked, "What have I missed out?"

            "We were talking about dragons and Dementors." Draco helped in, causing the black-haired beauty to raise an eyebrow, eyes suddenly turning a cold purple, "What does dragons have in common with Dementors to want to talk about them together?"

            "I don't know." Ashteroth said, and continued, "at one moment, we were talking about dragons, then suddenly it jumped to Dementors…" Lawrence gave a dry laugh and Silverdawn went silent. She resumed eating her toast quietly and everyone noticed her mood change. Trying to break the tension, Si Muo asked, "What do you guys have for the first class?"

            "Double potions with Gryffindor." Nikolai replied, wiping her mouth with a napkin after finishing her cherry pie. At that, the platinum-blond haired boy sitting beside Lawrence grinned maliciously, pale eyes glinting with unhidden mischief. Ashteroth narrowed his eyes, wondering what prank did Draco have in mind. Suspiciously, he asked, "Dragon, what are you thinking of doing?"

            "Oh, nothing. It's just that poor Potter is going to be in a little problem… Professor Snape isn't exactly kind to Gryffindors… especially Potter the Celebrity, and co." Draco looked very innocent when he said this, and Crabbe and Goyle snickered. However, they were silenced by Si Muo's piercing glare, and Nikolai spoke up in a quiet tone, "Magician, don't cause any trouble today. I think Silver's appearance is going to spook Uncle Se… Erm… Professor Snape to all thirteen levels of hell and back."

            "I agree, Draco. I don't think Professor Snape is going to be in a good mood today. Plus, it's my turn to play." Silverdawn said, and Draco had a disappointed look on his face, "Aww… and I thought that I could have some fun." Hearing this, Nikolai sighed, feeling very frustrated, but Draco surrendered before he made Nikolai angry, "Alright! I promise not to cause any trouble today, but I cannot guarantee that trouble would not find me. Honestly Temperance, you should know that by now." With that, everyone laughed, especially those of the Court of Twelve. Silverdawn smiled quietly, before saying, "I think it's time to go for potions." All of them agreed, and gathered their stuff before heading to the dungeons.

            On the way there, Lawrence grumbled in Spanish, "Geez, and to think that Uncle Severus is to be our Potions Master… he is as strict as my dad!"

            "That's what makes them twins, stupid." Draco said sarcastically.

            "Still, what's going to be next? Dragons and Unicorns as specimens for Care of Magical Creatures?" Lawrence asked in an equally sardonic tone.

            "Erm… you had better not think about that. Shadownight is arriving soon, under the orders of His Royal Highness, Prince Mikael of the International Royal Family." Silverdawn said mildly, vaguely looking over some parchment that was in her hand whilst walking. Ashteroth's eyes bulged and Si Muo nearly tripped on his foot.

            "Are you kidding?" Si Muo asked in Old Hebrew, his tone incredulous, and Lawrence said in Elfish, "Shadownight agreed to come to Britain? Man! The apocalypse is arriving!"

            "I don't think so, Judgement. The apocalypse won't arrive during our lifetime. I can swear with my being a seer." Silverdawn replied quietly, purple eyes lighting up when Azrael met up with them by the corridor.

            "Morning, Silver." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before helping her take her schoolbag, which she protested, "Hey! I'm not an invalid! I can carry my own stuff!"

            "Let me pamper you for a while, kay?" Azrael asked, and his twin spoke in Angelic, "Nikolai will be jealous..."

            "Nope, she won't." Azrael retorted, looking at Nikolai, who was smiling at him in a very sweet way. The students witnessed the twins' show of affection with envy, but did not say anything. Of them all, Draco looked envious the most, but said nothing too.

            They finally reached Snape's classroom, and being rather early, they settled to various seats, the Gryffindors at one side and the Slytherins at another, as usual. Azrael settled beside Harry and Amber, whilst Silverdawn sat discreetly at a dark corner with Nikolai and Blaise Zambini. They were talking softly about the current transfigurations they were learning, and Blaise proved to be a more sensible girl than Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, being able to hold her stand in a complex debate alone. Soon enough, Professor Snape entered the classroom, black robes billowing behind him.

            He looked paler than usual, and was very moody. Stony black eyes stared at Harry in a very hated manner, not even noticing Azrael, and his normally sharp features looked even gaunt. The twins could sense that his aura was paler than usual, and they started to fret.

            ::Uh oh… we should have seen him before hand. He looks very sick.:: Azrael mind-spoke worriedly.

            ::What is done is done, we can't change it. Do you think the students will listen to us if we want them to get out?:: Silverdawn asked doubtfully, and Azrael replied, :: I think so. I'll use my status if all else fails…::

            ::Okay. When you get my signal, do it.::

            ::No prob, sis.::

            They returned back to their note taking, and when they finally finished taking the notes for the body-strengthening potion, Professor Snape spoke up in a sulky voice, "As usual, I'll be giving you specific places to sit. Mr. Weasley, sit with Mr. Goyle. Miss Patil, beside Miss Bulstrode." Millicent smirked at this, but complied, giving Parvarti a menacing glare. Professor Snape continued to drone on, "Miss Granger, with Mr.…" he looked a little shocked at the name, and glanced at a blond haired boy with sea-green eyes, "Yamikami. Mr. Potter, pair up with Miss Romanov, Mr. Longbottom, with Mr. Crabbe. Miss Elios," he eyed the pretty brunette who was smiling at him sweetly, "with Mr. Malfoy."

            He continued to allocate places, until he went to the last three, "Mr. Jordan, with Miss Parkinson." Lee Jordan groaned, and Professor Snape coughed before saying sharply, "ten points from Gryffindor for not keeping quiet." The student shut up immediately, and Amber smothered a giggle. Snape eyed her from under his slightly greasy hair, but gave a small smile that only she saw. He carried on, "Mr. Aquavoce, behind Mr. Weasley and Mr. Goyle, with Ms Avery. Mr. Kadamon," he looked at the silver-haired boy who was grinning at him, and frowned when he saw the surname next to his, "sit behind Mr. Malfoy and Miss Elios, beside Miss Langford."

            With that, Silverdawn rose from the dark corner and looked at Professor Snape, noticing the sudden drain of color from his face. He continued looking at his god-daughter with disbelief, and croaked out, "Athena…" Everyone looked at him in incredulity when they saw that he paled very much. Then, as if in slow motion, the cruel potions master fainted (possibly for the first time in his life). Everyone gasped when they saw that he was about to fall flat on his face, but Silverdawn got to his side at an impossibly fast speed, holding him and collapsing softly to the ground, preventing from getting hurt farther. The black-haired girl shot her twin a look, and he took over.

            "Everyone out! Potions is cancelled until further notice," Azrael ordered in an authoritative tone, making everyone obey, "Finish the homework Professor Snape has assigned for us on the strengthening potion, and don't get into any trouble for this remaining period." The UWIM students bowed at him, and ushered the Hogwarts students, all of whom were pretty confused but complied. When the potions room was empty, Azrael went to his twin's side, looking at his uncle worriedly.

            "Riley, I think I caused quite a shock to him just now…" Silverdawn said guiltily, still holding the unconscious Professor Snape.

            "Agreeable, Sherry… Here, let me." He took Professor Snape's arm and helped him to his office. Amber, Tristan, Nikolai and Ashteroth entered shortly after them, and Tristan asked, "Is Uncle Severus alright?"

            "I don't think so… it seems like the spy business is straining him too much." Azrael replied, his hand on Snape's forehead, trying to find out what is the problem.

            "I've contacted Professors Dumbledore, Salazar, Kadamon and Madame Pomfrey. They should be arriving soon…" Nikolai trailed off when se saw Silverdawn frown, "what's the matter?"

            "He suffered several bouts of Cruciatus, and practically dying from the darn pain… What the heck did that bastard do to him?" Silverdawn murmured, her eyes turning one silver one pale amethyst, as she signaled, "Ash, set up the cauldron. Amber, get my schoolbag. Tris, raid Uncle Severus's private potions cupboard for dragon scales and phoenix tears… I think I've run out of that, and Niko, help me keep him at bay from the after-effects. I'm surprised that he could still teach…"

            "Yes, your highness." The quartet bowed and rushed off to do their assigned tasks. Nikolai immediately shooed Azrael away, and placed both her hands over Professor Snape. The hands glowed a pearly yellow of healing, and a sigil of a four-leaf clover flared continuously on her forehead whilst she kept the pain at bay.

            Azrael went to Silverdawn's side, and the twins had the same idea in their mind.

            "The counter potion?" Azrael questioned, cutting up the boomslang skin into thin slices. The silver-haired girl nodded affirmative, pouring some aqueous substance into the cauldron, and stirring it with her wand. It slowly turned a dark blue solution, and Azrael added in the boomslang slices. Amber brought Silver's schoolbag, and Azrael took over the stirring, whilst she took out a small platinum box, enlarged it to its usual size, and picked out two vials, and other ingredients. She poured in a colorless liquid that smelt of honey, and then a deep forest green liquid that turned the solution in the cauldron a mellow blue. Azrael stirred the potion twelve times anti-clockwise, before letting it simmer for three minutes.

            Three drops of phoenix tears and two pieces of dragon scales were put in simultaneously after the three minutes, and was stirred another twelve times, but in the clockwise position. Silverdawn sprinkled some powdery substance, and grounded some herbs to add on. It was then did the Professors come in, with Madame Pomfrey who was about to fuss over Professor Snape. Tristan stopped her, explaining that Nikolai is trying to keep him from too much pain, and that the twins were trying to do something. Professor Kadamon restrained the urge to ask the twins what they were doing, and watched in tensed silence as the twins went into the final process…

Finally, Azrael poured in a vile-smelling liquid, turning the potion into a sky blue color, and Silverdawn magicked out a small, intricately carved dagger.

            "Let me." The silver-haired boy said quietly, but his twin shook her head, and slashed at the back of her palm. Everyone flinched, and Silverdawn let five drops of blood drip into the cauldron before allowing Azrael to bandage her hand for her. She stirred the liquid substance with her uninjured hand until it turned into a colorless liquid with a sweet smell of apples, before turning off the heat and letting the potion cool slightly. Azrael took a spoon and filled it with the potion, taking it to the writhing professor and forcing it down his throat.

            Meanwhile, Silverdawn poured the remaining potion into a large vial before finally slumping onto the floor, unnoticed by all.

            Everyone was apprehensive with the result, but when Snape's labored breathing turned smooth and even, they sighed in relief. Nikolai took off the link between them, saying in relief, "he's sleeping now, and the potion did work." She smiled at Azrael, but gasped when she saw Silverdawn, "Princess!"

            "Shit." Lucifer swore, and went to carry the unconscious girl, "she overworked herself again…"

            "Is she alright?" Dumbledore inquired, amazed that the twins were able to prevent Severus from tearing his hair out after the curse.

            "Should be. But her heart isn't exactly stable… she isn't accustomed to the environment here yet. Temperance, can you help Madame Pomfrey to look after her?" Azrael asked quietly after getting Ashteroth to clean up. Nikolai nodded, and levitated the two sleeping forms to the medical ward, with the medic-witch and Amber in tow.

            "How did you manage to make a counter potion for the Cruciatus curse?" Dumbledore asked, and Salazar was on all ears. The boy put back his twin's private cache of potion vials carefully, and said absently, "Silver and I just managed to make it last winter, when we were trying to make a modified poison."

            "As usual…" Tristan muttered wryly. Azrael shot him an annoyed look, but continued, "Then Lightbringer came in and shed three drops of tears inside the potion. We wanted to stop making it, nevertheless, Lightbringer asked us to continue. In a way, Silver's guardian invented the potion, and we tested it on a rat. It did not kill the rat, so we tried putting a nasty hex, then giving it the potion. It was cured almost immediately, so we tried the Unforgivables. Animal tests showed that it worked on the Cruciatus Curse, but we had never tried it on a human… Uncle Severus was the first…"

            Lucifer seemed pretty amused by their way of finding a counter-curse on an Unforgivable, and Salazar commented, "I never knew that the two of you were so interested in potions…"

            At that, Azrael laughed dryly, "You should see the number of potions we tried… Still, I should have known that Silverdawn rather weak since the last prophecy…"

            "Yes, it's pretty obvious. We should let her into the forest lakes time and again for added precaution…" Lucifer murmured, and Salazar asked, "Why should we do that?" The other students looked very interested at why their princess was always sick, and got their answer from their professor, Lucifer, "Silverdawn isn't a person that can withstand hours cooped up in four slabs of stone walls. I suppose that you have seen my family suite…" the students nodded, and he continued, "Practically all the rooms have wall to ceiling windows to allow light to shine in, and many plants. The reason being that Silver requires the positive energy of living things to be around her to prevent her illness from coming up, especially water energy. It is the shared link between Azrael and her that has been keeping her alive since young. The reason why the twins entered UWIM so late was mainly because she had to stay in Atzulith under the utmost care of Raphael and his angels to stabilize her condition. If her guardians aren't here to help her soon, her condition will go VERY unstable by this week's end."

            All the students were disturbed by this revelation and Azrael nodded at them grimly. Even Dumbledore's eyes lost the usual twinkle and Salazar looked very somber. Ashteroth put his hand on Azrael's shoulder for comfort, and the young prince finally spoke up, "Worse is the fact that she is a seer. This makes the whole problem even dire… Then again, if her guardians are here, she should be safe… Professor Salazar, brother, you had better get back to your classes before they wreak havoc… I have to go back to UWIM for some reports soon, and about an hour later, there's transfiguration. So, Professor Dumbledore?"

            "Yes?" The elderly man asked, looking at his godson.

            "Please ask Hagrid to lookout for a dragon or two that is to be arriving these few days. I don't think I have so many counterparts to keep a lookout." Azrael said.

            "Dragons?" Dumbledore asked incredulously, and Azrael said, "Yes, the guardian of Silver. Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic can't do anything about it…"

            "I understand." Dumbledore said, and Azrael thanked him. Dumbledore continued, "You had better go see Silver while you have the time."

            "Thanks, Uncle." With that, Azrael took both Silver and his bags, and headed to the medical ward…

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End of Chapter 4...

Haha, I got this chapter out rather easily, but the next would be a little problem... I'll try to get the next chapter done within 7 days, so please hang on! Draco and Silverdawn will be having a scene next chapter, so wait up!!!

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